Liquid Gold

The deep river was already starting to give Sparrow some flashbacks to the rapids in Abaven. Theory could say no one ever died there all she wanted but Sparrow wasn't buying it one bit. She hadn't been here long, but had already ruled it out as a place to live with the pirates. It was too... rivery. Lots of fish, but fish were kind of a hassle to eat and really, while there were a LOT of fish, it wouldn't make for good partying land. Like... where would they put the alcohol? Could fish be made into alcohol? Never mind, Sparrow didn't even want to think about that.

Sparrow avoided getting in the water, skirting the banks as well as she could. The winter chill was way too much for her. Looking over, however, there was another wolf who seemed to ponder the same vastness of the waters. "Hey, uh, I wouldn't go playin' in the water if I was you, unless you got somebody to warm you up after, anyways."